Showing posts with label Christianity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christianity. Show all posts

Monday, December 13, 2010

A Metaphysical Christian Statement of Faith


I believe in God,


One Presence and One Power,


Who speaks to me


..........personally, as a still, small voice within,


..........transpersonally, as the power of Omnipotent Goodness, and


..........historically, through teachers and prophets of all faiths


Wherever consciousness arises in God’s vast Cosmos. .


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I believe in Jesus the Christ,


understood and reinterpreted through time as


the man of Nazareth, the Wayshower,


who calls people to serve all God’s children with compassion,


And in Christ Jesus, the crucified and risen Lord,


who demonstrates that all life is eternal


and points to the imago Dei in every sentient being.



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I believe in the Holy Spirit,


the God-energy which empowers the Cosmos to be,


inspires creativity and understanding,


and leads people by holy wisdom


to discover the many paths to Divine Truth.



I believe in the equality of all God’s children,


in the rich diversity of their physical and spiritual expressions.


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I believe in the unity of purpose


which gathers a community of people


to experience the power of affirmative prayer and


share the challenges and celebrations along life's path;



I believe in the communion of soul growth


by which all will one day participate,


And the eternal possibility for Oneness with God


through an endless, innovative union of joy and love.


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Blessings and peace, divine order and refreshing inspiration, healing power and prosperity, wholeness of life and love eternal will accompany us now and forevermore, through the power of the Christ within. Amen.


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Written by - Thomas Shepherd, D.Min.



Disclaimer: I am opposed to formal statements of faith published by religious organizations. This is a personal view, not meant to be a final declaration; more psalm than creed. First draft 2006, re-written 2007, updated and posted 12-13-10, re-edited 12-14-10...You get this is a work in progress? Suggestions and corrections invited. Dialogue invited. (If you use it in your work, please cite the source--it will give you somebody else to blame.)

Sunday, November 07, 2010

English Summer #9 (Final) - London to Fayetteville to Home



I was fortunate to have one final great experience in ministry before departing the United Kingdom.



Carol-Jean and I traveled by a combination of car, train and subway (the Tube) from Maidenhead to Balham, where we spoke at the Rev. Dr. Patience Kudiabor's warm and cozy church, Unity South London.






After a great potluck dinner CJ & I raced by subway and taxi to make the last train northeast out of London. We had already prepositioned our baggage via rental car at the Guest House of the RAF/USAF Mildenhall Air Base, but the trip back to the base by train took several hours and involved expensive taxis at both ends.

Then we learned that the space available flight which we expected for the next morning (Monday) was actually scheduled for Tuesday. I don't know if Monday being labor Day had anything to do with it, but we had a day of foot-travel around the smallish base and to the nearby Bird-in-Hand Pub for meals.

Tuesday Morning we were required to be at the Terminal--baggage in hand--by 4 AM. (You did not read that wrong. 04:00 hours. O-dark-thirty, as we used to call it when I was active duty.)

We were told the flight to McConnell AFB Kansas was full. Sorry. There would be four other flights, but none to the Midwest, unless you count Fargo, North Dakota, and there weren't any seats on that one, either. So, we opted for Plan C--Carolina. There was a flight leaving shortly for Pope AFB, Fayetteville, NC. They had room. Instead of leaving us an easy day trip from McConnell (Wichita to KCMO), this hop would deposit us 896 miles from Unity Village. We took it anyway. (See picture for CJ's reaction to my strategic planning.)

OK...now I have good news and bad news. The good news is this plane was a lot more comfortable and less crowded. The bad news is that we had to rent a one-way-drop-off car and drive home. We crunched the numbers and found that the combination of taxi fares and add-on charges for same-day airfares made it less expensive to drive. Besides, it gave me two more days of vacation and a chance to decompress from a whirlwind tour.

Driving through the Great Smoky Mountains, I kept thinking that, like Dorothy, I'd left Kansas and gone over the rainbow to a magical land full of strange and wondrous sights, warm and friendly people, and no wicked witches. Now, just like the story, I am even more convinced that there's no place like home...
[Last photo from Online Source.]

Monday, November 01, 2010

English Summer 2010 #8 - Bard and Bailey



Carol-Jean and I still wanted to explore nearby Windsor Castle (see picture, round tower), so we dedicated a full day to the enterprise. Needless to say, by the time we got going it was afternoon, but thankfully Windsor was less than an hour's drive from Maidenhead where we were staying. I don't have any inside pictures of Windsor; photography within the buildings is prohibited. These external shots are nevertheless some of the best I took on the trip, IMHO. Windsor is an active residence, the Queen's primary abode, and you don't get to visit when she's at home.

The previous time we were at Windsor (2008) she was in residence and we only got to look inside the compound through an iron gate. Fortunately, this time Elizabeth II and the royal family had gone to Scotland for the summer, which apparently is their custom. Windsore Castle has several baileys, inner courtyards. Inside the stone walls we discovered the England of old--art treasures and suits of armor. There was even a huge room with swords and polearms literally papering the walls to a height a vaulted ceiling.


In regard to the art, there were three--count them--three Rembrandts side-by side in a room where every wall surface was covered with priceless paintings. I kept seeing images that I remembered from history books, to include the portraits of rulers like Queen Victoria and King Henry VIII. Kings and Queens, living and immortalized--No wonder they had soldiers patrolling the grounds!



We had one more mandatory stop-spot on our English summer 2010. As a writer, I wanted to make a pilgrimage to the town where a youthful William Shakespeare courted a well-to-do Anne Hathaway, Stratford-Upon-Avon. (See full picture of Anne Hathaway's house, top of the blog.)

This would be our last full day of unrestricted sightseeing. We drove to Stratford-Upon-Avon with a more-or-less minimum of loss time, due to map-reading goofs and endless games of "Which Exit Do We Take?" at the ubiquitous, dreaded, left-side-driving, clockwise-flowing roundabouts.

Parking at a pay lot and boarding an on-and-off tour bus, we managed to see most of the main Shakespeare-related sites, narrated by a great, pre-recorded, plug-in system in every bus. Anne Hathaway's cottage is a mandatory stop. (Heck, how many of you had to BUILD a model of the thatched-roof country farmhouse in high school? Show of hands,please? Ah-huh. Thought so. Me, too. In 9th grade, I think. At least I recall working on something in class.)

You probably didn't include this view (inside window), because it was taken surreptitiously from inside the second floor of Anne's house. They said no pictures inside, but this actually looks OUTSIDE. (No flash, just available light, so it did no damage. And I didn't get caught.) I remember wondering if Wild Bill made it up here alone with Anne some Saturday afternoon when Mr. Hathaway was in town marketing his produce. Maybe this part hadn't been built yet.

In those days, families slept together in the one room with a fireplace. CJ and I had visited this well-preserved historical bulding twice before, and not surprisingly it had not changed much.


The drooping, thatched roof and time-worn wooden rafters are still there, still evoking the real presence of a flesh-and-blood mortal who gave the world such treasures of the pen and stage. Here an 18-year-old Will Shakespeare walked across open fields to court 26-year-old Anne. His mental scent lingers in the flowers and vegetables of the garden surrounding the house of Anne's father and mother and many siblings.


Shakespeare didn't need to travel to exotic locales to study with great masters--although those who feel the call to seek guides and gurus are equally wise for their endeavors. However, the small-town youth who became the greatest author in English history found inspiration in the winds of May and the stories taught at ordinary schooling, even though formal education was far from ordinary unless, like Will, your parents had "the chinks" (coin).

When we boarded the tour bus to continue our circuit of Stratford it was late afternoon. I wanted to visit the Bard's grave, but he is buried inside Holy Trinity Church in the town, along the banks of the Avon. We retrived our rental car and followed tourist maps, but by the time we arrived the old stone parish had closed for the day. I was intensely disappointed at first, then we found the church property included a lovely park by the river.
I sat on a bench in the shadows of old trees and communed with Shakespeare's presence. (Leave it to a Unity minister to find a way to transcend four hundred years of history and a thirty-minute tardy arrival.) I closed my eyes and did a self-directed guided meditation, imagining Brother Will on the other end of the bench. We had a nice talk, and he suggested a few plot lines for my new sci-fi novel. He's a Trekkie, by the way.

Then it was back into the rental car and navigate the traffic circles and country lanes back to our apartment atop Silent Unity-UK's building at Maidenhead.


As I write this I am sitting at the kitchen table of our Maidenhead flat. (See picture. If you've been following my wife's blog, you might recognize this as a view from within CJ's Window. ) This will be our last night here... Sunday I speak a London South, and Monday we attempt a Space-Available return flight on military aircraft. Not necessarily a done deal, but we feel so good about this summer that we are open and receptive to whatever comes our way. Carol-Jean and I are filled with the joy for this time in England, but we are ready to come home...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Walking with Iran, Celebrating the Tiger Gods

President Barack Obama has begun to turn the ship of state from its collision course with the Islamic world. Only a wise student of history with self-confident moral courage could do what the President is attempting to do. He has ended an era of confrontation and posturing and begun the process of educating America about its new leadership role in a post-modern world.

What many Americans and Iranians share in common is ignorance about socio-cultural factors that drive us. Metaphysical nuances aside, everyone is born in a world he or she did not create. The culture we have is the culture we learned as infants. For breakfast today, you probably did not sit in a lotus position eating rice and coriander sauce with your fingers. If you've been following my Sri Lankan Journal (blogs below), you may recall that's the way they greet the morning. If a child is born in Idaho, she is statistically unlikely to be raised a Hindu. Move the birth site to Mumbai, and the numbers reverse themselves. All the evil-doers in the American slave era were conveniently born in the Old South, while my Civil War era Yankee ancestors stood for God, country, and freedom. Moving to Georgia, I got a much different picture of the War of Northern Aggression. It was a hopeless but noble stuggle for independence against a powerful, tyrannical central government that wanted to control and tax the good people of Dixie until our way of life was gone with the wind...

We need to grow up and realize that there are no tiger gods where there are no tigers. Christianity is not the one true faith; neither is Islam. The American way of life, which was good enough for Superman, may not work for people from other lands. The point is, people must be able to choose how they want to organize their societies, and we cannot go around the globe trying to make everyone into suburbanized white Protestants. There are some common causes about which humanity seems unified: Children should be safe and educated; women and men should experience some degree of equality (although the jury is stuill out on what that means); humans should not own, kill or mistreat other humans; public policy must not be motivated by hatred toward any group; and the best way to solve problem is through dialogue and reconciliation, not force of arms.

When did we we adopt this John Wayne foreign policy that characterized the Bush Administration? Was it all about 9-11? Hardly. The advice we Baby Boomers got from the moguls of popular culture was, “Don’t get mad, get even.” Two decades of theatergoers cheered the five-part Death Wish movies (1974-94), when an avenging Charles Bronson killed a series of bad men for the best of reasons. Perhaps we inherited this trait from the movie stars our parents had adored, heroes who met the bad guys in the street at high noon and gunned them down.

John Wayne, whose action-movie career spanned generations, was one of my boyhood favorites, too. Although he had an appealing personality both in film and real life, the Duke’s onscreen characters displayed a consistently violent behavioral repertoire, offering neither empathy for human frailties nor reconciliation with one’s enemies.

A goodly number of young radicals in our generation adopted the modus operandi of the crusading hero by deciding that bringing down the system would transform the world. Beyond ordinary drop-out, get-high hippies, we produced the Black Panther Party, Students for a Democratic Society (SDS), Weather Underground Organization, and the Youth International Party (Yippies). These and other groups advocated everything from forming anti-establishment communal refuges to a total revolution and seizing the reins of government. There was a lot of shouting at the meetings, mostly directed against the Vietnam War in general and the Johnson administration in particular. Since a fair number of the anti-war disturbances occurred on University campuses, there was also a significant amount of railing against the educational establishment. Some of the furor escalated because the Establishment—our parents of the WWII generation—responded with slap-down disciplinary measures when their Boomer children protested against the icons of the elder generation, i.e., down with the schools, the military, the government, and conventional morality.

In the 1970 protest comedy Getting Straight, Elliot Gould plays a Vietnam veteran who returns to college for his master’s degree and gets swept up into the culture of chaos developing on American campuses. Near the end of the film, Gould’s character meets with campus administrators during a student riot. They observe a young man rampaging through the halls, breaking things. Gould accuses the faculty “adults” of transforming this student from a peaceful kid, who previously only wanted to get laid, into a raving lunatic who now wants to kill.

It is an overstatement, of course, and inappropriately dismisses the responsibility of the rioters for their behavior, but Gould’s veteran has a point. When people feel they have no recourse to achieve worthwhile goals by peaceful ends, they will often resort to violence, sometimes violence which is haphazard and heartbreaking. That is why the sex-driven young man in Getting Straight became a violent protestor. That is also why the 9-11 terrorists flew their planes into buildings full of people whom they did not know, praying "God is Great!" before they died.

It is long past due that an American leader should understand the complex forces which motivate godly people to do ungodly deeds. It is not simply about good and evil; that was the chief error in the thinking of the previous administration. In American history, good people owned slaves, who were good people themselves; good people fire-bombed the cities of Germany and dropped two nukes on Japan; good people protested the Vietnam War, while other good people marched off to fight it, obeying their country's call. All people are basically good, but in the long and bloody history of the world circumstances have often impelled us to do ungodly things for the highest reasons.

Someone has to blow the whistle and say, "Enough!" It's time for humanity to grow up. I am encouraged that America has finally elected someone who understands the nuances of the real world. It's long overdue that a grown-up should lead us, even a young one. Hold your breath; the ship is turning, slowly but steadily, away from the rocks of ethnocentrism to a new consciosuness of the connectional nature of human life in the post-modern world. I pray he succeds, for the good of all humanity.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Grace Consciousness

Sometimes, We Don't Need Jesus

There was a good crowd that day. The young clarinetist, wisp of a girl not yet in her teens, rose at the appointed point in the prayer service and left her father and strode to the front of the Fillmore chapel. In this historic, pillar-punctuated sanctuary, where Charles and Myrtle had preached and taught an earlier generation of heroes who launched the Unity movement, this little hero summoned the courage to raise her black wind instrument and blow the soothing, familiar first notes of "Amazing Grace..." With the warm sun slanting in from the fountained courtyard, I slouched in the seat and closed my eyes. Soon I was drifting, carried away by the lilting melody.
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Then the music stopped sharply. I opened my eyes and saw the girl trembling. She had stumbled in the music--missed a note, or lost her place. I never noticed during the serenade. But she did, and it was too much to bear. She flew to her father's arms. I could hear soft sobbing above the murmuring tones of an approving, patient parent.
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And then it happened. The congregation spontaneously took up the melody, a cappella.
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"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a soul like me..."
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All of us began almost at the same instant. It was as though God, or Myrtle Fillmore, had raised a baton and said, "All right now, together..."
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The song ended amid smiles and not a few tears all around. Soon the program would continue. She never got up and finished her solo. No one expected her to do that. But after the prayer service, people came up to her and said kind words. Yet, no gesture could have been as simple and as powerful as that moment of spontaneous "grace consciousness" when a room full of strangers became the patient, loving family of a girl who will remember their embracing song for the rest of her life.
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Sometimes, we don't need Jesus. We just need to act like him.

Monday, May 21, 2007

How to Overthrow the Government and Bring about a New Revolutionary Consciousness Which Transforms the World

Pray with "denials", letting go of negative images, visualizing a better world. Pray affirmatively. Then vote. Pray more, affirmatively. Write emails to leaders. Pray unceasingly. Study the issues. Pray over them. Visualize the good established. Vote again--every election, school hourse to the White House. Pray again. Vote again. Pray. Vote. Pray. Vote. Pray...

You got the system.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Beware of Gnostics Bearing Gifts

The Sirens of Gnosticism
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Because a barrage of popular publications have highlighted a few Gnostic ideas which sound compatible with New Thought Christianity, the idea has somehow circulated that Unity is a modern version of Gnosticism. After you have encountered the actual content of Gnostic belief systems, you will probably want to re-think those claims.

There were many types of Gnostics, apparently non-Christian Gnostics included pagans and even Jews. Their basic point was that salvation (variously defined) is only available through secret knowledge (gnosis), which not everybody will receive. Gnosticism was a flagrantly elitist, highly dualistic worldview which saw the physical universe as evil. Only things of the mind and spirit were good and potentially holy. In fact, Gnostics believed this world was so evil that the Supreme God could not have created it; some even said the earth was created by Satan, or some other lesser god, while God wasn't looking.
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Women Must Become Men
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Oh…and women are evil, too. Especially evil, because their seductive wiles draw men's contemplation from the higher things of spirit. The much-touted, Gnostic Gospel of Thomas concludes with these words, from saying # 114:
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Simon Peter said to them, “Make Mary leave us, for females don't deserve life.”
Jesus said, “Look, I will guide her to make her male, so that she too may become a living spirit resembling you males. For every female who makes herself male will enter the kingdom of Heaven.”

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(Don't get mad at me--I didn't write that!)
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St. Valentine, He's Not...
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Valentinus of Rome (second century C.E.), arguably the best-known Gnostic teacher of antiquity, developed a form of Gnostic Christianity to a high level of complexity. Valentinius was born in Egypt and educated at Alexandria. He later established a Christian school at Rome, where according to Tertullian he had been on the short list for Bishop of Rome, today called Pope. He was probably influenced by Middle Platonism, which taught that God was transcendent being itself. While that premise does sound like New Thought, the problems come quickly when Valentinus begins unpacking his whole Cosmology.

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Thirty Gods...You're Kidding, Right?

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According to Valentinius, the Supreme God for its own reasons began creating spiritual beings, called Aeons (gods?) These represented various divine powers: Mind, Truth, Logos, etc. Taken together, these thirty Aeons constitute the pleroma or fullness. Last one, Sophia—wisdom—decided to create her own creature, Hokmah, but it was not perfect as she. Sophia and Hokmah together created the Demiurge, who was incompetent and ignorant. The Demiurge created material world, and the humans who live here.
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Are you following this? 1) The physical Universe is so crass and evil that the Supreme God could not have created it. 2) He created thirty gods (Aeons), who were also too holy to have created the Cosmos. 3) The last goddess, Sophia, created her own clone god called Hokmah, who was also somewhat sacred and therefore could not have created the material world. 4) But when Sophia and Hokmah create a being below this last level--the Demiurge, who is also equated with the God of the Old Testament--it is this bumbling fool who finally drags spiritual power down low enough to make the world and all that dwells herein.
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It gets worse...
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The two semi-competent spiritual beings, Sophia and Hokmah, were able to undo only some of the damage by implanting the divine spark in a few humans. These were the Elect, who could be awakened to their true nature by knowledge (gnosis). But before you start hopping up and down, pointing to this as a New Thought concept, listen to the fine print: Only a very few people have this divine nature. Most humans are walking meat, nothing more.
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Here's the Gnostic breakdown of humanity:
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1. No soul – majority of human race is animal; perishes at death.
2. Soul – ensouled humans with opportunity for acceptable afterlife.
3. Divine spark – the few Elect who can re-unite with God in glorious eternity.

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It is this third concept which some New Thought teachers admire. However the original Gnostic teaching was limited re-union with the Divine by the select few who qualify. Frankly, the idea of Gnostic “election” was dualistic, elitist, and mean-spirited.

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Need to take a deep breath?

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The good news in this mess is that no matter how alien these ideas sound today, in the second and third centuries all the above were considered Christian! This demonstrates the fantastic diversity of early Christianity; the fact that one party won the argument and became the universal (i.e., catholic) church viewpoint does not negate the fact that many, many options were on the table, even patently absurd ones like Valentinian Gnosticism, which was wildly popular for a long time. Early Christianity was an evolutionary jungle where new ideas tried to find ecological niches until a stable pattern developed. Given a few shifts in circumstances, a very different ‘orthodoxy’ could have emerged.
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Startling Diversity
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This startling diversity among early Christians is quite new to the modern reader, because the faction which Bart Ehrman of the University of North Carolina calls the proto-orthodox group—i.e., the minority viewpoint which finally became traditional Christianity—re-wrote Church history in its favor once they gained the majority. The proto-orthodox so successfully shaped the historical record that today people assume proto-orthodoxy has always been the majority view. Their version of heilsgeschicte (sacred history) sees an invariable, divinely ordained, straight-line progression from Jesus, to the early church, to the established religion of the high middle ages, and down through the coridors of time until today.
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Of course, historians know this direct-line, single-faith theory is completely bogus. Christianity has been highly diverse from its beginnings, even on things as basic as how many gods there are. Some Christians believed in one god, other Christians insisted there are two, three, thirty, or even 365 gods. And they all taught this as Christian doctrine.

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We stand in unbroken line with our ancestors, but so do almost all other Christian groups. Diversity rules in the corridors of time.
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Still, the next time someone says with alleged historical authority that Unity or other New Thought groups are the spiritual descendants of Gnosticism, you might want to offer a second opinion...